{"id":7940,"date":"2021-08-30T08:03:40","date_gmt":"2021-08-30T08:03:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.universolorca.com\/cita\/lorcas-version\/"},"modified":"2021-09-02T06:44:16","modified_gmt":"2021-09-02T06:44:16","slug":"lorcas-version","status":"publish","type":"cita","link":"https:\/\/www.universolorca.com\/en\/cita\/lorcas-version\/","title":{"rendered":"Lorca\u2019s Version"},"content":{"rendered":"

Conversation with Carlos Morla Lynch<\/a><\/strong>.<\/p>\n

“Not far from Granada, there is a hamlet where my parents owned a small property<\/a>. In the neighboring house<\/a> and adjacent to ours lived a very old widow<\/a> who exercised an inexorable and tyrannical vigilance over her unmarried daughters. Prisoners deprived of all free will, I never spoke to them, but watched them pass like shadows, always silent and always dressed in black. Now, there was a well at the edge of the courtyard, without water, and I went down to it to spy on that strange family whose enigmatic attitudes intrigued me. And I was able to observe them. It was a mute and cold hell in that African sun, a sepulcher of living people under an inflexible ferule of a dark carcinogen. And this gave rise to The House of Bernarda Alba<\/a><\/em>, in which the kidnapped women are Andalusian, but as you say, they have perhaps a coloring of ochre lands more in keeping with the women of Castile”.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-7940","cita","type-cita","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.universolorca.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/cita\/7940"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.universolorca.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/cita"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.universolorca.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/cita"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.universolorca.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7940"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}